Sunday, July 27, 2008

Falling For You

Passion, desire, loneliness,
Yes, I understand
I know you feel it, too.
The physical pain
Only worsens
As I find myself
After you.

I think I love you.
Did you notice?
I fall for you
Faster and harder
With every passing day.
It's killing me.
-I'm dying-
To be away from you.

It's your touch,
I think,
That makes me believe
That you may actually
Love me
-I'm still dreaming-
Are we meant to be?


You cut me deep,
Deeper than you know.
Most days I forget
-You hardly matter now-
But it's the times like now
That the pain comes back
the hardest

I'm hurting.
I still don't understand.
What made the hate?
You said you never loved me.
-I hope that's a lie-
But I wonder how that can be true.
All I ever did was for you.

I don't understand.
I don't think I ever will.
You hate me now.
What can I do?
I gave you everything
-"Stupidly," is what you'd say-
I thought I knew you...

I guess I was wrong.
I suppose I'll go forgotten,
Left to fade like a bad dream.
I want to say I don't care,
But I can't lie anymore.
I want to cry
-There's no tears left to shed-

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Just so you know

I am going to Florida today, and I will be gone for at least ten days. That means at least ten days until I post again. I know I don't post much (mainly because my creative energy has not been flowing) but I will do my best to write some on this trip and post it up for you to read.

Thanks a bunch,


Monday, July 7, 2008


Numb and blind.
The dull, tingly,
empty abyss of
it's left me dead inside.

I'm blind;
You can't see that
-of course not-
but my existance has been
I'm left blind.

I guess you can confirm:
Yes, that's me
-if nothingness is tangible-
but yes. I'm bleak.

Tragic. Dead. Nothing.
I'm wandering,
broken inside
I just want to be

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Leap of Faith

It's a dream,
a dream of peace.
My question stands,
is the dream worth the fall?
I'm scared,
but there's nothing to loose.
Hold on to me tight,
for I don't want to be alone
if I fall.
I toe the edge
and hold my breath
when a gust of wind
pushes me forward.
The rush is slowing
much to soon
and I come to see
that I can fly.